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Even with six years of being a Londoner under my belt, there are still some quintessentially English things that will always remain a novelty to the American in me. Red telephone booths, London Bridge is really Tower Bridge, calling crosswalks zeb-bras and not zee-bras, and the reactions I get when I say ‘fanny pack’ are always priceless.

Also, as a matter of principle, I only take the paper from cockney geezers that call me Gorgeous or Love. That’s about 90% of them, but that is not the point.

Not the complete truth, I know, but coming from the Sunshine State, I admit that seeing the seasons change is still a novelty and that I am a weirdo that loves cold weather.

What’s the best part of winter? Cute gloves, rosy cheeks, flaunting my scarf addiction, hiding under a luscious duvet? Nope. It is my favourite of all British antidotes: you have to EAT to keep warm. Finally! One of my talents to the rescue!

“You’ll never stay warm with just that salad in you,” my work colleagues would tsk tsk at me during my first winter here. So I have been happily tucking into my antidote of second helpings of potato dauphinoise, followed by a dirty sticky 5 million calorie toffee pudding.